After a hard day's graft, you decide to go a few blocks down to a bar. After entering, you immediately see something strange: the filthy sesh-head himself, Crabrawler.... but without the bois! The is usually almost never seen without them, so seeing him alone is certainly something strange. He is currently downing a Stella, sporting reddish eyes, a wobble in his steps, and ranting to...... no one in particular

Ahhhh... hic... those bloody fuckers..... Rellor with "ball rollin" duty.... Weezing bein a old geezer and not bein able to come.... and hic Grapploct having work or something stupid.... leaving me all alone..... fucking jackasses.....

After downing another big gulp of beer, he notices you, and waddles to you

You....! What the phhhhuck are you starin at? Can't you see that I'm gettin wasted over ere?